In the middle of April, even Lin Miao began to go out wearing only three clothes, and the temperature in Dongou City can be imagined to be definitely high in the city. After half past seven in the morning, as soon as the sun came out, Xiang Qihui, who pedaled all the way to take the child to school, was so hot that he was sweating. But Xiang Qihui didn't complain about this, just sighed.

In a blink of an eye, the child is in the second year of junior high school, has recently entered puberty, and is ashamed to take her car to and from school. But it can't be helped, a few years ago, when the family was having a good time, the child grew up in a honey pot, and she and Binbin and his father never thought of letting Binbin learn to ride a bicycle. The children of cadres' families naturally inherit their father's business when they grow up, and the bicycle is ridden by an ordinary worker like her, so where can her family learn this kind of thing?

It's just that who would have thought that family changes would come as soon as they were said.

After moving in the middle of last year, the home was a lot farther away from the school, and at the beginning, there was a child and his father's leader used a car to pick him up, which was very convenient, but the bastard surnamed Niu had a really bad conscience, so he was unhappy when he was an official, so he sprinkled all his anger on her husband. What a good person she is, she has worked in the Building Management Bureau for so many years, and has made so many contributions to the country and the people, but she was fired when she was dismissed, and even her job was smashed!

Think about it, that even more bastard Lin Guorong, he still has something to eat! As soon as Xiang Qihui thought of last year's incident, he couldn't help but be full of resentment, and he hated to eat Lin Guorong alive with that ** cub in his family.

Her husband, Kim Deku-gil, has been at home for four months since he was fired at the end of last year, and he doesn't know what to do next. Now that I'm forty-four years old, I'm too late to learn a craft, and I can't seem to do anything else in this life except to be a leader. But in such a small place as Dongou City, apart from government agencies and units, what other places are worthy of his leadership? Fortunately, the family still has the savings of more than 300,000 yuan that his husband and wife have saved over many years of work, and they are not worried about life for the time being. And recently, God finally opened his eyes, and let the ** cub of Lin Guorong's family fall into bad luck, and he also found a way to make a fortune......

During the change of thoughts, a smile slowly appeared on Xiang Qihui's face. Turning the head of the car from outside the experimental middle school, Xiang Qihui walked through the streets and alleys against the growing sun, and soon arrived at Wangjiang Road. Put the car in the parking lot, hand the old woman who watched the car a five-cent parking fee, and then raise his hand to look at the watch, the time was exactly eight o'clock. The bell rang at a nearby school, like a signal of some kind of meaning. Xiang Qihui felt a little superior in his heart, and walked briskly in the direction of the trading hall.

Xiang Qihui has only learned the "technique" of stock trading in the past two years.

She originally worked in a soy sauce factory in Oucheng District, but the factory was not profitable, and it was basically shut down three years ago, so she rested at home for three years. Although the salary is only half of the original, the good thing is that it saves worry and effort, and every day is very free. And it was precisely because of this kind of boredom that her former co-worker Huang Mingyu later took her to the stock exchange to open her eyes, see the world, and learn this craft that requires understanding policy, market and social psychology.

Outside the securities trading hall, which only opened at half past nine, it was already crowded at this time.

Quite a few people came with gongs and drums as a tool for shouting slogans.

Xiang Qihui was very disdainful of this kind of behavior of seeking wealth by engaging in superstitious activities, felt that it was too low-level, and insulted a technical player like her, but considering that the slogans shouted by everyone this time were quite interesting, she did not stop the actions of these main forces of stock speculation composed of retired primary school teachers and retired employees of state-owned enterprises as usual, and even took the initiative to join them in turn.

"Coming?"

"It's so early every day?"

"Why don't you buy that today?"

Xiang Qihui walked in front of the big open space in front of the exchange, greeted the old stockholders who knew each other, and was very disdainful of their skills and level, but his face was full of smiles. Which one to buy? This kind of question can only be asked by a layman! If the old lady tells you, won't you all buy it? If you throw it in groups at that time, won't it affect the stock price? Xiang Qihui thought proudly in his heart, and modestly said that he couldn't figure it out either. After turning around, she didn't see her co-worker Huang Mingyu, so she found a flower bed, took out a newspaper and spread it on the side of the flower bed, sat down to rest for a while, and waited for the exchange to open.

But having said that, in fact, Xiang Qihui doesn't really need Huang Mingyu, but stays in the exchange all day, and she always has to have a companion to chat and relieve her boredom - she has been trading stocks for a long time, and she has long been in awe of Huang Mingyu, the master who took her to get started.

Especially for Huang Mingyu's son, Xiang Qihui felt even more deeply disgusted. Erpi face, no tutor, and her family's politeness can't be compared at all, but Huang Mingyu always likes to praise her son for how sensible and excellent he is, no worse than Lin Miao at all, and Xiang Qihui feels like vomiting when she hears it. If your son can compare with Lin Miao's ** cub, you still use it to speculate in stocks here? Lin Miao's ** cub has single-handedly made a billion yuan! Your son can compare? It's really funny, I'm afraid he can't even compare to a single hair of others!

What is her son's name? Her husband seems to be surnamed Xiao?......

Xiang Qihui thought uncertainly, made a fan with his hand, and fanned it twice.

The sun rises higher and higher, and the weather gets hotter and hotter.

Xiang Qihui kept looking at her watch, only to feel that time passed slowly. After a while, two young men in their twenties who looked like little lovers, wearing hats of the same style with small fans on their heads, and soda in their hands, walked to the flower bed.

The man is swarthy and swarthy, but his body is very strong at first glance, and the girl is like a sparrow, chattering non-stop: "Ouch, this electric fan is useless! Why don't you stop me!"

"Eldest sister, I've stopped you at least eighteen times, okay?" Wang Bin said bitterly, "Also, I paid for this hat, and I didn't say anything, you feel sorry for a fart?"

"Wow! Stingy Bala! Your salary of 3,005 a month, you still count this with me? Okay, good, 12 yuan, right? You pay you back! Isn't it just the money for a meal!" Huang Qingqing opened the bag, took out change for Wang Bin, took out a large handful of change, and then shook his hand and fell to the ground.

When the old man and lady on the side saw it, they bent down to pick up the money and returned it to Huang Qingqing.

Huang Qingqing said thank you repeatedly, and an old lady took the opportunity to inquire again: "Child, what does your boyfriend do? With such a high salary, my monthly pension is only 800 yuan!"

"No, no, he's not my boyfriend!" Huang Qingqing hurriedly denied it, and explained, "We all work for people, and the boss has money......"

The old lady asked again, "Oh, then what is your boss doing?"

"Our boss ......" Huang Qingqing was a little confused, and somehow, he wanted to announce that his boss was Lin Miao.

Fortunately, Wang Bin was robbed and said: "Our boss is engaged in real estate." ”

"Oh......" The old men and women in the clearing let out a burst of sudden realization. In fact, they don't know how much money they can make in real estate, but they feel that it sounds high-end, so they invariably oh for a while.

Xiang Qihui, who was sitting by the flower bed, showed a smile that saw through everything.

Braggart......

How can real estate money be so easy to make now? Her family's old money has said that real estate in Dongou City cannot be done at all. And even if there is really a big boss to invest, a high salary like 3,005 must be given to a leader of the general manager's level. The young man in front of him is no more than twenty years old, and he doesn't have much beard, so how can he earn a salary of three thousand and a half?

Unless it's the boss's son!

Xiang Qihui was no longer curious about Wang Bin, and returned to her own spiritual world, continuing to abuse Lin Miao, despise old stockholders, complain about Huang Mingyu, condemn Governor Niu, and hate Lin Guorong. Under the scorching sun, time passed minute by minute.

When it was almost nine o'clock, Xiang Qihui suddenly heard someone shouting in his ear: "Qihui!"

Xiang Qihui turned her head to look, and saw Huang Mingyu walking in front of the pair of young people, rushed to her side, and said loudly: "Inside information!

Xiang Qihui was hehehe, but he smiled lightly on his face, and raised the bar softly: "If the whole market rises, and the news is not news, isn't it all the same?" and when she led people to besiege Lin Miao last year, it was exactly like two people.

Huang Mingyu couldn't help but be a little unhappy, smiled and said, "How can it be the same? We will stare at one and buy it today, do you understand that this is called concentrating firepower to do big things?"

"I'm not going to do big things. Xiang Qihui said lightly, "I'm doing the middle line, you are doing the short line, we all have different ideas." ”

"Heh, are you still telling me about the middle line and the short line?" I still taught you these words......" Huang Mingyu was not in a good mood today, his son refused to go to school in the morning, and it took a lot of effort to give him an extra five yuan before coaxing him out.

As a result, I hurried and hurried, and I was still late.

Wang Bin and Huang Qingqing were bored waiting to open the door, and when they saw that Xiang Qihui and Huang Mingyue were about to quarrel as soon as they met, their attention was immediately attracted. Just as he was expecting the two of them to quarrel, an old man suddenly shouted in the open space: "It's almost time! Let's shout a few times first! Gather wealth!" When the words fell, the gongs and drums rang out.

After a chaotic movement passed, the rhythm was quickly reversed.

Wang Bin raised his eyes and saw the two old men, you beat the gong, I played the drum, and at the same time forsythia three times, and shouted in his mouth: "Lin Guorong!"

The next moment, around the clearing, in all directions, at the same time, the mountains shouted like a tsunami: "Dead whole family!"

Pong Pong

"Lin Miaomiao!", "Dead mother!"

Wang Bin and Huang Qingqing glanced at each other, their eyes full of indescribable shock. Although I already knew what was going on, it was one thing to hear about it, and it was another thing to experience it firsthand. The shock in Wang Bin's eyes quickly turned into anger.

Huang Qingqing hurriedly grabbed him, shook his head calmly, and then pointed to the two old ladies who were smiling happily on the side, and whispered: "All of them have sick brains, what do you have to do with them? ”

Wang Bin knew that what Huang Qingqing said was reasonable, but he still couldn't hold it back, turned his head and asked Xiang Qihui: "You are scolding people like this, it's too much, right?"

"It's not too much, it's not too much! Where is it too much! Lin Guorong and his son stole the people's money to speculate in stocks, let's scold a few words that he can die?" Xiang Qihui was right.

Huang Mingyu also followed and said, "Hou Sheng'er, you don't understand the things here." We are particular about scolding people here, and the more fiercely we scold Lin Guorong and his son, the faster the stock will rise. ”

When Wang Bin heard this, he couldn't help but sneer and asked, "Then if the stock falls, will you continue to scold, or will you call him Dad?"

As soon as this question came out, the old men and women on the side stopped their slogans one after another and looked at Wang Bin with an unkind expression.

The old man who played the drums was very excited, pointed at Wang Bin and scolded: "If you talk to us old people like this, you will be thundered by the sky! How old is Lin Guorong's son? Let's call him Dad! You will be hit by a car and die while walking today!"

Wang Bin wanted to do it when he heard it.

Huang Qingqing was so frightened that he hurriedly hugged him and shouted, "Don't be impulsive! If you hit him, if he dies next year, the whole family will come to trouble you!"

The old man was not frightened by Wang Bin, but he was almost vomited blood by Huang Qingqing's words.

Just then, the door to the exchange suddenly opened.

"The door is open!" someone shouted excitedly.

A large group of people in the open space no longer cared about the old man's life or death, and rushed into the hall one after another, and slogans were heard one after another.

"Lin Miao died the whole family!"

"Lin Miao, I drafted the eighteenth generation of my ancestors!"

"Lin Guorong, I'll be Xiaomi 800 times a day!"

Huang Qingqing slowly let go of Wang Bin, and both of them were a little dumbfounded.

It's crazy......

Xiang Qihui stood up unhurriedly, glanced at Wang Bin and Huang Qingqing, walked to the old man playing the drum and said a word, the old man snorted indignantly, glared at Wang Bin, and then carried his drum and followed Xiang Qihui into the exchange.

Wang Bin and Huang Qingqing stood in place for a long time, and when there was no one in the clearing, Wang Bin clenched his fist, grabbed Huang Qingqing's hand, and strode towards the exchange.

The two walked into the trading floor, and there was still a little time before the opening of the market at half past nine, and the hall was in chaos. Huang Qingqing's face was slightly red, and he pulled his hand out of Wang Bin's hand, Wang Bin reacted slowly, and hurriedly found a topic in embarrassment: "What do you think about stocks?"

Huang Qingqing pointed to the big screen: "The market opens at half past nine, and there is still about half an hour, so wait." ”

"Oh......" Wang Bin said nervously, "the green one is falling, and the red one is rising, right?"

Huang Qingqing snorted, and suddenly smiled again: "You are really blind to individual stocks." ”

Wang Bin retorted: "Mr. Lin said that you don't need to understand stocks for stock speculation, and there is no difference between petty fights and gambling, and the magnitude is not directly related to the stock itself, it depends on the general trend, and it is the right time, place and ......."

"Hush. Huang Qingqing rolled his eyes and said, "He likes to blow so much, it's because he doesn't understand that he tells you this, if he understands a little bit, he will definitely tell you something else!"

Wang Bin faintly felt that Huang Qingqing was reasonable, but the company's core consciousness could not be lost, so he could only say with a slightly weaker momentum: "It's boring not to fight with you for this." ”

Huang Qingqing snorted arrogantly.

The two men found a place to sit down, and when it was nearly half past nine, the gongs and drums in the hall began to sound again. The slogans of the old men and women were one after another, and it was estimated that they could be heard across the street.

Wang Bin frowned and endured it, and a large number suddenly appeared on the big screen.

"It's open!" someone shouted, and the excited shouting in the hall stopped abruptly.

Wang Bin looked up and saw a green patch on the screen.

It was as if someone had choked the neck in the room.

Huang Qingqing also showed a look of shock.

Wang Bin didn't care about this, he only felt that there was a hot current surging all over his body, and he hurriedly opened his mouth and shouted three times in his voice: "Lin Miao is my father! Lin Miao is my father!"

The old man and lady in the audience looked at Wang Bin with unbelievable eyes.

Wang Bin was unmoved, and continued to shout: "Lin Miao is my father!"

With this shout, a stock in the market suddenly turned from green to red.

"It's up, it's up, it's up, it's back! Lin Miao is my father!" someone shouted from a corner.

In the trading hall, Wang Bin's voice resounded in all directions.

In the midst of shouting, the stocks on the screen quickly turned from green to red one after another.

"Lin Miao is my father!" A grandfather who was standing not far from Wang Bin suddenly threw away his dignity.

"Lin Miao is my father!" a grandmother bowed her head to life.

Pong Pong!

The gong sounded: "Lin Miao is my father!"

The screen is full of red, and the slogans on the exchange are changing. More and more grandfathers and grandmothers joined the crowd in hesitation, and after shouting, all the honest hearts turned into nothingness in the midst of the crowd.

"Lin Miao is my father!" Huang Mingyu roared.

This was followed by three more drums.

"Lin Miao is my father!" the drumming Ah Gong sounded like a bell.

Under the surge of passion, Huang Qingqing finally couldn't hold it back, and shouted loudly: "Long live Lin Miao! Long live long live!"

A group of old men and women in the hall shouted without thinking about it: "Long live Lin Miao! Long live long live!"

Xiang Qihui's scalp exploded when she heard this.

How can this group of people be so ignorant?

The market fell in less than half a minute! I couldn't wait for half a minute before I changed the court?!

Xiang Qihui couldn't help but raise his arms and shouted: "Lin Miao died the whole family!"

The shouts in the hall weakened slightly, and then dozens of unkind eyes immediately fell on her.

"Get out!"

"Die to her!"

"I'm going to lift you up!"

After a moment of silence, the shouts of killing came to their faces, and several old men even really rolled up their sleeves to make a move. Xiang Qihui was frightened, she glanced at Huang Mingyu in horror, closed her mouth and took two steps back, then turned around suddenly, ran away, and grabbed the door.

Running out of more than 100 meters in a frightened breath, Xiang Qihui turned his head to look behind him, and was slightly relieved to see that no one was chasing him.

She held her knees and gasped, thinking that this group of people was simply brainless, and a wave of anger surged up again.

Looking at the road in front of her, she didn't know which string in her mind suddenly broke, and she couldn't help but shout: "Lin Miao! I'm fucking your mother! I'm drafting the eighteenth generation of the whole family!"

A few young people on the side of the road passed by, looked at Xiang Qihui a few times, and whispered in front of her.

"Sick, right?"

"Psychosis. ”

"Probably an ...... who escaped from Corning Hospital"

Xiang Qihui only felt dizzy in front of her eyes, and almost fell down, she hurriedly held on to a small tree on the side of the road, looked up and saw three young people running away in a panic, full of disappointment in this world, and shouted with tears: "There is no distinction between good and evil, black and white are reversed, this society is over......"